dear diary
this is my thirty-eighth week in high school and i don't want to die yet.
scott came today and was with me for only an hour.
but it seemed like an eternity.
he even slept in his chair, holding my hand, eyes fiery red.
as if he had been crying for days.
which made me want to stay with him.
and forget that i am a sick girl.
scott: sorry i fell asleep on you
me: it's okay, i enjoyed it
scott: did you really? god, you're weird!
me: that's why you like me!
scott: yes, that's true
me: i knew it!
YOU ARE READING
Fallen Girl
Short StoryMary's dead. But she's still breathing. That's the problem. TRIGGER WARNING: DEADLY DISEASE, HARD TOPICS LIKE DEATH AND HEARTBREAK!!!
